
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
As the newborn Chaos Conduit ricocheted through Solitude's pines like a caffeinated lightning bolt, it vaporized three scorecards and a perfectly good birdie opportunity. Players scattered - except Britain Best. PDGA #82142 just stood there adjusting his grip, muttering about torque. The tag, sensing unparalleled "calm amidst storm" metrics (and possibly attracted to his 937-rated aura of nonchalance), fused to his bag with a sizzle. Thus a man who alphabetizes his snacks became the living surge protector for arcane bedlam. But can someone whose greatest rebellion is throwing forehand actually channel pandemonium?